Katrina Kravtsova

I have a favorite typewriter. It was a present from my friends. It’s old, huge, bulky, but really awesome. I first painted it bright yellowish mixed with lettuce-greenish, and now it’s red-and-grey. I think this typewriter must, probably, be a representation of my EGO of some sort (laughs).

All the friends I’ve got are friends from school, now I call them family. It used to be all-boys, very few girls, and I was the youngest. We always used to hang out together. We thought spending time with our own classmates was boring. I’ve always been a bit of a boyish girl. I wore Mohawks for five years — red, white, all sorts, and still managed to look quite feminine (smiles). But I’ve grown out of it already.

I like bright accessories. I’m crazy about bright tights and manicure. All my close friends already know that if I’m stressed, my nails are black. The color of my nail polish reflects my mood, the way I feel.

I’m a terrible extrovert, I need other people so I can release my emotions. I just can’t hold it, simply don’t know how.

I fear loneliness. I always feel lonely. When I go on holiday, I always think to myself that I do it because I want to get away from this loneliness.

I’ve got a thing for cats. I often associate myself with a cat too. Besides, I was born in the year of a Cat. I used to have a cat, but he died, so I decided not to get another one, I still haven’t quite got over the whole thing. He and I used to be inseparable. We could have full-on conversations, he was a true friend, even gave paw (smiles). Now what I do is collect cats, any cats, I’ve got cats everywhere (smiles).

My hobbies are: writing journalistic materials, travelling, taking photos. I wrote a book: a guidebook to Moscow, it’s aimed more at locals, than tourists. People forget things, and if you look at youngsters, most of them don’t even know a lot of it…

Someone accused me of universal love (laughs).

Love… Love is life, it fills you up, making you forget about everything else. It can be painful, reminding you that apart from positive emotions, it can also bring negative ones. But this, too, is great about it, and gives me as much of a kick.

My brightest memory is a love triangle that was formed when I was still at school.

There are a lot of easy ways to lift my spirits. But if I’m alone, I put some music on and start dancing. Sometimes I pretend, try to seem happy, like everything’s fine, but deep inside it still feels as bad. It does make things a little bit better though (smiles).

I write a lot of prose. It’s when I’m depressed that I mostly feel like writing. And I blame myself for it, because you’ve got to learn to write using positive emotions. Well, I still have to master that.

There’s a very peculiar feeling it gives you, when you’ve got an inclination for creativity, and you manage to find a way to reveal it…
I had a paranoid idea to leave Moscow. I wanted to throw this city away, and go to live somewhere in Europe. But when I come back from a holiday, I drive along the streets of Moscow at night and think to myself: “My God, am I not I lucky to have been born here!”

We need more good people, people around us is what makes our reality.

As a kid, I went through a lot of career dreams: an actress, of course (smiles), a poet, a teacher, and then I realized that it was writing that I was really looking for.

I wanted to write something fictional, something that would get people thinking… I also have a dream to start a magazine that would convey philosophical views on modern existence and other things… We don’t really have a lot of magazines discussing current issues of that sort.

With all due respect to computers, I like to write with a pen. Sometimes thoughts are too quick to put them down with a pen, but it makes it even more interesting.

I often do makeovers. I paint stuff… I’ve got a red window, it happened during the one very crazy period of my life, an emotional outburst… I also have black-and-white African-style wallpaper. A fantasy fountain of an apartment…

What I pay attention to in the first place, is person’s eyes, but it’s also important to me to find understanding, especially if it’s a man we’re talking about. If a man, who I’d be able to trust, gives me his hand and says: “Come with me,” I’d go with him.

If people are in love with each other — that’s it! You can see them glow…

“Behind every great man there’s a great woman!” that’s the way things are, the only way.

How do I picture an ideal relationship between a husband and a wife? I believe that it definitely has to be a partnership — help and support.

My mom is a chef, her specialties are: aspic, dumplings, and pancakes. My sister is also good at cooking. I, too, try to make something nice and new for my loved ones every now and again. We often organize family-style dinners with my friends. I love barbeque! Food is one fetish of mine.

I can even spend the last of my money to go out to a café or restaurant, to eat to my heart’s content, it always lifts my spirits.

If there was no evil, we wouldn’t know what good is.

I’d recommend everyone to visit the outsiders’ museum on Izmajlovskij boulevard, where you can see paintings, sculptures, 90% of which were created by mentally challenged people, alcoholics, prisoners.

Drugs were invented by people as an attempt to experience the power of the divine. It’s like an unbridled demon hiding inside every one of us. But what god wants to be friends with satan? Humans wanted to be gods, but the disgrace of their fall was more shameful than that of the devil. Drugs are a lethal weapon, always sharp and stained in blood, that drug addicts, or you could say, self-murderers, slowly but accurately pierce their own bodies with.